To You, Classy and fans

First of all, before I get started, let me reiterate what my page
says...I do this for you. For the fans. For the other authors.
Anyone who can suck a speck of hope or feeling at all from any of
the words i string together. You make me come back and want to
write on this site. You are the reason. All of my poems are
dedicated to you. This one is named for you. I specifically put
Classy Peach in the title because classy is always one of the
first people to comment and read my work. I appreciate it. Thank
you all. Now down to business....

It's long down the drain til you're coming up clean
Like the sheets on the bed
In the room where you met me
And I know it's just your favorite drug
When you look into his eyes and
Know that you are in love
And I say baby you got me all wrong
I am not a player
I was just playing along

And I know that baby's got a dream so
The corners of the bathroom
Give you solace as you drift off to sleep
So long says the food that you just ate and
All that I can hear is
You regurgitatin
And I say baby you got me all wrong
I am not a player
I was just playing along